I just feel you

L is not for the way you look at meo is for everything that’s not mewoe is meb is for everything beautiful outside of my realmno need to search for it deep in my eyesit takes a million years to get there, and to see ithiding behind all this is beautybehind the barricade of lipsthat

Where you are

You’re calling for me In this corner of the cell where there’s nothing But walls You’re in my head You’re wanting my company I can feel it barely tingle like some current running through a wire in the brain I stare at the wall when there’s nothing there But the more I stare, I feel

Badness

The worst thing that you can do is try to substitute feelings What I feel is what I feel is what I feel Intention’s as clear as day and as finicky as a buzzing neon colored night light In all this badness, I fall down on my knees Still looking up

Care to draw

You only feel like drawing again when you’re feeling somewhat ok inside

Touch

I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to see it I just want to touch it, smell it, feel it.

Choosing to be present

I went through a state of extreme confusion, frustration, and subtle fear. What is it that I want? What should I seek? How should I be? These series of confusing pieces just kept piling up with more and more questions, and less and less answers. I felt trapped and it felt horrible, Until I decided